The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-05


gency as this
AS he spoke he donned his most ind:Spen-
Slnle garments very rapidly. His shoes. had
been kicked aside and he could not find them
Ill the darkness
NJ. Jacquelin was already knocking on his
Wlies door. There was no time to lose In
| bis stocking feet Farini slipped out of the
window, seized the stout branches of the
ivy vine that covered the gable wall of the
house with its foliage, and working his way
along 1t some twenty feet, clutched limb
OF big shade tree and swung himself over
| among its foliage, thirty feet above the
ground. AT that moment Mime. Jacquelin
opened the door for her husband, yawned
sleepily, and said to him.
How late you are tonight, my dear!n
THE LOVER IN THE TREE-ToP
listened uneasily to some sounds in the
darkness below him. They seemed to be
low, suppressed growls and the gnashings
| of teeth. He fancied that he could see
white form away down on the ground and
two eyes that glared up at him expectantly,
hungrily There was nothing supernatural
about that presence. He knew too well what
it was. NJ Jacquelin's English bulldog,
silent and ferocious, was down there wait
ing for him. Decidedly, it would be unwise
to descend
He clambered across to the opposite side
OF the tree, waited until the moon came out
from among the clouds sufficiently for him
to see what he was doing, and succeeded in
swinging himself into second tree. In like
manner he passed to a third and fourth.
That carried him beyond boundary fence,
but out of reach of the disappointed dog, and
he descended to the ground.
OF where he was he had not the slightest
idea, further than that he was in the open
ain, in somebody's garden surrounded by a
very high brick wall with sharp spikes i'll
its stone coping. A long, low brick house
occupied one side of the Enclosure, A car
riege-house and stable were on second side
at right angles with the house. His arms
were too tired for him to climb up the tree
again and try some moro of that adventur-
Gus aerial way. Clearly he had no other re-
source left than to enter the house-at the
risk of being discovered and
MISTAKEN FOR A BURGLAR
and make his way through it to the street.
He tried the carriage-house and stable, but
they We're locked up. Then he tried success
sively three doors in the house, and the third
proved to be unfastened. Being in his
stocking-feet, and having naturally a
step almost as light as a cats, his tread
was noiseless, and the house seemed de-
serted
Moving cautiously he passed through two
rooms, a hallway and, gaining confidence
as he went, was about to push open another
door, when, as his hand was upon the handle
OF the lock, his motion was arrested by
slight sound beyond that seemed to him was
caused by the upsetting of a. bottle on a
table. Listening keenly, he could hear sorne-
body moving about and muttering exclama-
tions of impotence.
Slowly and noiselessly he opened the door
an inch at time, until he had full view
of the apartment before him, and stood al
most paralyzed by establishment and horror.
Tho room was large one
Some twenty feet from the door, beneath
very strong light thrown down from large
lamps under a bright reflector, were two
operating tables, upon each of which a body
that of a child or youth--was extended.
Between the heads of those tables stood
third, on which cleaned an appalling assort-
ment Of knives, saws, and other surgical in
struments.
A tall, thin man, with head bald like
tonsllre, stood between the tables, holding
in one hand a bottle and with the other
hand mopping up some liquid spilled on the
instrumental table He did not seem TO hear
the noise of the opening door.
In an instant the truth flashed upon Far
itli's mind that he was looking upon
THE MYSTERIOUS ASSASSIN
Of the children, and that two victims to-
gether lay before him. Whether they were
dead Or only under the influence Of some
drug that stilled their senses he could not
tell, but he suspected that they were alive,
from seeing the man lift their eyehds and
look at the pupils of their eyes. As he
looked Farini's eyes became accustomed TO
the light, and he recognized to his unspeak-
able horror the smaller child on one of the
tables as pretty little Florence, the daughter
of Nine. Jacquelin, and, perhaps, himself.
The tall, thin man picked UP long, keen
knife, approached the little girl and
stood balancing the instrument, ready to
use it.
Among the many queer accomplishments
that Farini had picked up in the course of
his wandering life was an extraordinary
skill in knife-throwing, that he had learned
in Mexico and from his habits in Spanish
American countries, it had become a second
nature to him to carry big, heavy, long
knife, two-edged at the point and keen as
razor.
When he escaped from Nine. Jacque-
Inns room that night he had left his shoes,
but had not neglected to take his knife
with him, thrust III its scabbard, under his
waist-belt. Now he drew it, stood
sidewise to give free play to his right
arm, swung the long, ugly weapon by its
point and measured his distance for throw
ing it.
The next instant, just as the butcher was
about slicing the tender flesh before him,
Farini's knife few like dart of steely light
ming across the room and
TRANsFIxED THE ASSAssIN'S SKULL,
piercing it completely from temple to tenn
pie. The wretch sank dead upon the floor,
and Farini sprang across the room. Snatch
ing ND little Florence i'll his arms he salts
fed himself in an instant that she was still
alive and unhurt He gave but one look OF
startled surprise and horror at the other
figure exposed, a strange creature that
seemed q monster. Then he fled, with the
child in his arms, to the street and the front
door of his mothers house, where his vigor-
Gus knocking soon reused the inmates and
brought assistance.
A servant was dispatched for the worthy
physician, DR.. August Desmard who was
near neighbor, to come and care for the lit
tie girl. In few moments the servant re-
turned reporting that she was unable to
summon the doctor, whose front door was
open, without entering the house, and she
was afraid TO do that.
Another doctor soon appeared and restored
the child TO consciousness, when she said
that she had slipped out of the house, after
her nurse supposed she had gone to bed, had
run out to see some little neighboring play
mate and was on her way home when a
cloak was thrown over her head, she did
not know by whom, and after that she
knew nothing until she found herself again
in her mothers arms. BY this time the